October 28th, 2014. Afternoon
Name: Colin Rohan
Location: Los Angeles, Northridge neighbourhood

Keramon stuck his head out of the bag. He felt motion sick from the sudden movement. He looked around and saw his captor.

"You just made a big mistake. I am not gonna give specifics, because I wanna see the ***** hit the fan, but I will say, this is gonna be amusing for me." Keramon said with a grin, "Now all I gotta do is just wait..."

He began to laugh somewhat manically, and couldn't wait to see the result...

A little while earlier...

Before he could try and talk to the clerk, a girl snatched the bag off Colin and ran.

"Hey what the ***** are you doing?!" he screamed at her as he gave chase finding it ironic that he has told Keramon off for that language so often.

He saw the rollerblades and knew he wasn't going to catch her on foot. Instead he ran to his car, and jumped in. Key in ignition, dump the clutch, put it into first, release the clutch and floor the accelerator. The skyline's tyres screeched, as it took off.

However the crowds and thin paths made it impossible to catch her, especially in the car.

"Where are you going?" Collin yelled from the car, knowing she wouldn't hear him. He was panicking. "Why the hell is my bag any of your business?!"

He continued to drive alongside the path, looking for the girl, until he heard a horn. He looked over and saw the traffic light had just gone red. Instinctively Colin put his foot on the clutch and slammed the breaks, skidding the car to a halt. In the panic however he lost the girl, and Keramon.

"DAMN IT!" he screamed to himself, bashing his fist against the horn. The light went green, and Colin drove across the intersection, continuing to look.